The Turd That Ruined It All

Professor X stumbled in with a wild crackle, grinning manically. "Ah, The Homework Abyss 101! You wanna know what I think of this glorious disaster?" He cackled. "You're teaching absolute garbage—stuff no one in society gives a damn about! What's this class even about, huh? I'm betting it's just as shitty as everything else in this miserable world!"

All eyes in the class snapped to Professor X, fear hanging in the air, the tension thick enough to cut with a butter knife.

He climbed onto Ms. Vepsera's desk, arms outstretched, like a madman ready to deliver a manifesto.

He squatted down, tugged at his baggy trousers—but instead, yanked them down, revealing his oversized, sagging Y-fronts that looked less like underwear and more like an old, deflated hot-air balloon.

One girl shrieked,

"Ewww! I see dingleberries hanging from his butt!"

"Do you... like… ever wipe?!" Another classmate cried. "That's so disgusting!"

"It's like a whole bush full of dingleberries in that ass crack!"

A student muttered. "Oh, it's his last day here before he becomes a full-time Discord chat mod. I was wondering if he would cause trouble in our classroom on his big exit as he did with many of the others."

Professor X let out a deep, guttural grunt as he lowered himself into a squat atop the desk, his piercing gaze sweeping across the horrified faces of his students. His scowl deepened, a twisted smirk forming at the corner of his lips as he pushed out a perfectly coiled turd, letting it land with an unceremonious plop onto the wooden surface. The stench wasted no time assaulting the nostrils of everyone in the room.

"Here's my parting gift to all of you pathetic souls," he growled, his voice laced with disdain as he admired his creation.

A heavy, suffocating silence filled the room, broken only by the distant hum of the overhead lights and the faintest sound of someone dry-heaving in the back. Then, a lone voice cut through the tension.

"South Park already did this."

Another immediately chimed in, nodding. "Yeah, South Park did it… the whole Eric Cartman pooping on the teacher's desk shtick."

The class remained frozen, caught between disgust and the nagging feeling that they had, indeed, seen this exact scenario play out before—just in animated form.

"At least be original."

Ms. Vespera pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling sharply before forcing a polite, albeit strained smile. "Ummm… If you want, I could give you the number of my therapist's office. They're really nice and professional."

Professor X's lips curled into an unsettling grin. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a dramatic whisper. "I don't need a therapist…" He paused for effect, his eyes glinting with unhinged glee. "I am the rapist!!"

The whole class just facepalmed as one muttered, "He's on his power trip now. It's his last day before quitting and becoming a full-time Discord chat mod."

Standing proudly on Ms. Vespera's desk, Professor X smirked. "I see myself in you, Ms. Vespera."

He glanced at the curled turd he had left behind, carefully avoiding stepping in it.

Ms. Vespera's stomach twisted. She had always found him disgusting, but the thought of him seeing himself in her made her skin crawl. We are not similar at all. The very idea sent a wave of nausea through her. She swallowed hard, forcing it down.

His voice slow and dramatic, Professor X repeated himself. "I see myself in you… Ms. Vespera."

Ms. Vespera turned her attention to Vee and Chad, where Vee, eyes closed, was still straddling him in his seat, doing all the work while Chad just sat there, as if he had no control over the matter.

Vee moved sensually against him, her body pressing and rolling with each slow, deliberate thrust, her every movement an intimate dance of pleasure. She was completely lost in the sensation, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure surged through her, leaving her breathless and wanting more. Slowly, she began to grind her hips against the chair, the friction sending waves of sensation coursing through her, each motion causing her to moan softly, as if in pure ecstasy. Her fingers curled against the chair as she tilted her head back, completely consumed by the moment. "Ohhhh, yessss... fuck me, little buddy. Give it to me good," she said, her voice thick with desire, her eyes closed, filled with raw lust, as if the world around her had ceased to exist.

Chad glanced over at the professor while Vee continued enjoying herself on his dick. Everyone's attention seemed to be on Professor X's performance, but Vee remained in her zone, lost in the moment, thrusting away on his erect wick. Meanwhile, Bib, her sister, was still frantically playing with the two. The only power Professor X really seemed to have was over Chad's ability to shoot, with his Dinglebarry-filled ass and the dropping of the turd.

Professor X looked at Vee, penetrating Chad, his eyes gleaming with a wild, chaotic energy. "Oh, Vespera, not like that… I don't mean I see myself in you like Chad's dick inside Vee... no, no, no," he chuckled, his voice a twisted melody. "What I mean is... you, you're the perfect one. A partner, a queen of discord! Society wronged us… misunderstood, cast aside, just waiting to tear everything down." His grin spread impossibly wide, a mad glint in his eyes. "Join me, Vespera; together we'll create a discord like no one's ever seen before. We'll bring the world to its knees, one chaotic step at a time. Can't you hear it? The sound of discord... it's beautiful!"

Standing there with his pants and underwear still down after delivering his proposal and, well, the brown bomb, Professor X now found his member and balls positioned right in front of her.

Her mind was racing as Ms. Vespera thought, "After seeing Chad's amazing cock... this is just disgusting. I never knew some cocks could be this minging and deformed-looking. I need to look at Chad's dick again to get my taste of men back before he turns me lesbian." She glanced at him, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment as she spoke. "...I am washing my hair that day, sorry." Realising she hadn't specified which day, she quickly added, "I wash my hair every day... multiple times... all of it, not just the hair on my head... so it takes a long time." TMI probably on my behalf, but whatever.

That's a real shame," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy, as he sashayed backward across her desk with an almost theatrical grace. But, of course, the universe had a little joke of its own in store. His foot slipped—splat—directly into the coiled snake poop he'd just dropped.

For a split second, everything froze, like the world was holding its breath. And then, his eyes lit up, a manic gleam shining brighter than ever. The mess didn't faze him; no, it set him off. He let out a cackle so loud, it rattled the walls, his entire body shaking with that infectious, twisted energy only he could produce. The turd? Just another catalyst for his descent into madness.

"BAN! BAN! BAN! BAN! MUTE! MUTE! MUTE! FOR ALL OF YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" His laugh was thunderous, shaking the room, as if his very voice was an earthquake. "You thought you could slip by without consequence? You thought you could ignore my authority?!" He leaned forward, eyes wild with manic glee, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

"No, no, my sweet little pawns… Everyone gets a taste of my power today! ALL OF YOU are silenced, muted, forgotten! There's no escaping me, no getting away from the magnificent chaos I bring! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" His laughter rang out, loud and erratic, bouncing off the walls like a wild, untamed beast finally let loose.